The huge hammer comes down and starts pounding. The spike is being driven in to the wood next to my wrist, not in it, but my hysterics are going, I ca...'t stop screaming, yelling, crying as the nails are pounded in. Two of the executioners are holding my arms down, and my struggling is to no avail.Heavy ropes are tied around my wrists, and looped around the nails, and then the beam. My struggling subsides as it becomes clear to me that there is no escape from this bondage. This is, after all,. Luckily, there being no school this week I had arranged to meet a couple of my friends at the military canal and do a spot of fishing. So, a tactical with-drawl was in order, and with bait and rod strapped firmly to the cross-bar, pop and sandwiches, in my satchel off I set, leaving my mother and her daughter Rose to what I can only describe as the beginnings of an intimate moment! It was late afternoon when I returned Deliberately clattering my bike against the back-door and making as. Sex gets in the way of my thoughts. All I think about is her naked. She's so damn pretty. I love everything about her, the way she talks, the way she walks, even the way she sneezes and blows her nose. She's so cute I could just eat her and I really want to eat her if I could.Alas, there's no way we can have her. There's no way she'd lift up her skirt, pull down her panties, bend over and bend her rule to date and have sex with either of us. There's just no way she'd give us a quickie, a. It's Sheriff Turton's. And that's not all. When Iarrived in the office there was a message waitingfor me on our computer."Going over to his desk, he tapped in a password thenswiveled the monitor around so they could read themessage. It had been composed in Notepad and read:John -By the time you read this I will have ended it.You know what I've been struggling with these pastfew months so you'll understand better than mostwhy I've decided to do this. It's not a decisionI came to lightly. That's.